Soul Management Bureau Series by April Kelley

Love was never on my to-do list, but now that I have it, I’ll let the world burn before I let anything happen to him. Grym. I’ve reaped souls for three hundred years without a single mistake. Until Elliot Coyne. I’m supposed to ferry him into the afterlife, not bring him back to life and turn him immortal. Now HR is threatening me, the world is acting like it might explode, and my reaper brothers are stress-snacking like it’s Armageddon. Even worse? My soul insists Elliot is my beloved... moreLove was never on my to-do list, but now that I have it, I’ll let the world burn before I let anything happen to him. Grym. I’ve reaped souls for three hundred years without a single mistake. Until Elliot Coyne. I’m supposed to ferry him into the afterlife, not bring him back to life and turn him immortal. Now HR is threatening me, the world is acting like it might explode, and my reaper brothers are stress-snacking like it’s Armageddon. Even worse? My soul insists Elliot is my beloved. Reapers aren’t supposed to have those. Are they? Regardless, it’s wildly inconvenient. Elliot. So I die, wake up immortal and able to walk between realms, not that I know what those actually are. The guy responsible is an annoyingly hot reaper who apparently broke the universe just to keep me breathing. We’re suddenly stuck together, hunted by his supernatural bosses, and if we fall for each other it might tear reality apart. Love isn’t supposed to end the world. Yet here we are. less

Fated mates weren’t supposed to happen. Especially not at the Soul Management Bureau. PHINEAS. I believe in rules. Rules keep the universe running smoothly. Rules keep paperwork properly filed. Rules keep assistants like me alive when we work for the god of death. Breaking them is a big mistake. When the reapers defect and disappear overnight, I do what I’ve always done. I stay at my desk, finish my reports, and trust the system to correct itself. Instead, Death notices me... moreFated mates weren’t supposed to happen. Especially not at the Soul Management Bureau. PHINEAS. I believe in rules. Rules keep the universe running smoothly. Rules keep paperwork properly filed. Rules keep assistants like me alive when we work for the god of death. Breaking them is a big mistake. When the reapers defect and disappear overnight, I do what I’ve always done. I stay at my desk, finish my reports, and trust the system to correct itself. Instead, Death notices me. Suddenly I’m being watched, questioned, and quietly repositioned like a misplaced form. Knowing everything about the Bureau makes me dangerous. Sleeping with a reaper gives me leverage. And when Death decides I’m more useful alive than dead, I learn the worst rule of. I can’t die anymore. OSSY. I don’t do rules. I show up late, lose my scythe, and pretend I don’t care when I absolutely do. Phineas was supposed to be casual. Sex, laughter, zero strings. Then the defection happens, and the bond slams into me all at once. He’s my fated mate. Death hid it from me for years. And now Death has him. Going back into Bureau headquarters is suicide, but I do it anyway. I lie to gods, dodge demons, and make deals I really shouldn’t. All to get Phineas back into my arms all before Death realizes he’s missing. Spoiler he realizes. less